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tahshem, veezofthefuture - voyageswing lyrics

[intro: veez, tahshem]
where my real n-ggas
in this place tonight
in tune with your 3rd
eye keep your faith alright
i said where my real n-ggas
in this place tonight
this world is a war
you ain’t safe alright

[verse 1: tahshem]
yo, it’s evident
this young n-gga
better than all
these fraud n-ggas
tryna imitate the veteran
ever since 7 bout my
money like a settlement
if it ain’t cream
it’s a definite
i’m deading it
f-ck that
tell me who g-ssing em?
head shot, straight -ss-ssin em
all them guns in your rhymes
you ain’t blasting em
black masking em
he a rat
we all trapping em
your whack rapper friends
its a wrap we all trashing em
milly bashing em
you know vee
he brought the bat with em
young gods with no
regards sin with a p-ssion quick
ride with the n-ggas that i grew
and turned savage with
let em face these demons
introduce em to some
tragic sh-t
indigo addict b-tch
the truth is unraveling
my pure thoughts i’m rapping with
easy word scrabbling
ill visions i’m capturing
thinking when will my chapter end
moving underground
telling dead souls
to p-ss the spliff

[hook: i like to rip off mics and kick a rap out till i blackout]

[verse 2: veezofthefuture]
i’m a hartford -ss n-gga
you can tell by my slang
and my slouch the gun up in
yo mouth won’t hesitate to
run up in yo house
n-ggas living off of
section eight
take what’s on your dinner plate
it ain’t safe as i insinuate
free my n-ggas in them prison gates
take a walk as i demonstrate
yah fake thugs
let the slugs
penetrate
stand over em watch em
gasp for air like a b-tch that
hyperventilates
take notice as the young n-ggas
renovate
gun up in his waist
slow down kid stay in your place
my n-ggas gritty put the razor to your
face biggity back up on that -ss
n-ggas getting stab for the cash
b-tches get har-ssed
pack a deuce in the stash
living on the edge
so i just might blast
don’t run up on me
we sip hennessy f-ck forties
been living reckless since
i was a little shorty
and what i like

[hook: i like to rip off mics and kick a rap out till i blackout]

[verse 3: tahshem]
the illest mc’s
blatantly no debating
homie better watch
where you stand you
facing greatness homie
vision down the barrel
like you face to face
with satan homie
no fear sitting patient homie
but the jakes is on me
government clearing your mind
until it’s vacant homie
jealous kids impairing your
shine envy their chasing homie
only 16 spit 16s
these written’s crack
1 bar can go and serve 6
feens my sh-t mean
1 verse can body bag 16
you basic n-gga we don’t
care about if your wrist gleam
don’t get your jewels sn-tched
we mob around they like who that
not new cats more talent
than these new jacks
the city filled with semi’s and
henny and youngins rolling the sticky
and n-ggas hoping they really
would make a whole lot of 50s from
soldout packs of that whitney
but these frauds never get me
guess they to fake to be with me
a bunch of lies where your lives be
n-gga

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